OK, let's see what our favorite scientist's thoughts were, shall we? Thanks for all of the reviews! As usual, I lurv you all!
She could hear her cell phone buzzing on the counter top in her kitchen, the slight rattle of the thing causing it to click against the granite. Instead of getting up and answering it, she was sitting frozen in her seat with an indecisiveness that was foreign to her. If she answered it, it could be him, and she wasn't ready yet. But if she didn't answer it, it could be someone else that needed to speak with her.
Maybe it was even something important.
The inner debate raged on until, disgusted with herself, she went to rise from the sofa chair. She was Temperance Brennan, and there was no way she was this worked up about a stupid phone call.
Too late though. It wasn't vibrating anymore.
Brennan sank back into the chair, the soft cushions at her back giving her a small sense of security as she pulled her legs up and tucked them beneath her. She had been sitting in this same spot now ever since Booth had left her house with a smile and an apology. That was...she glanced at her watch. Almost a half hour ago.
And she didn't feel anywhere near closer to deciding what, if anything, was supposed to happen now.
With a deep breath, Brennan once again replayed the scene in her mind. Because there was a lot of administrative parts to solving crimes, the two of them had fallen slightly behind on some of the paperwork that needed to be filed. It was Friday night and it was apparent that they would have to finish some of it up tomorrow.
He was behind, not me, her inner voice insisted.
Booth had picked up another file and then looked at her. "Hey Bones. Whaaaat's happenin'. I'm gonna need you to come in to work on Saturday."
The shock on his face was priceless when she had uttered an "M'kay?" at the end along with him.
"What? I've seen some movies, you know."
His face had remained a shocked mask for all of two seconds before he had burst into laughter. It was the kind of laughter that emanated from deep in the chest of a man, all rumbling and infectious. She had caught on quickly, laughing along with him.
Tears built up in the corners of his eyes as he gasped out, "Yeah, but...but Office Space? You've seen...Office Space?"
"Yes, actually." She had been a little shy about admitting the next part. "I heard you make a reference to it with Dr. Hodgins, and when Angela and even Cam seemed to understand what you were talking about, I felt a little left out. So...I watched it last week."
"Oh Bones, please don't ever change."
And for some reason, she had been inordinately pleased that he had said that.
It had taken several minutes, but eventually the laughter had died down to a chuckle. Brennan knew that she had a huge smile on her face, the kind that it seemed only he knew how to coax out of her. It was one of the reasons that they had grown so close over the years. There was a part of her that only came out for him. It was a part that she thoroughly enjoyed and wished that she could figure out how to access on her own.
The last bit of laughter had finally died down and she had looked up at him, smile and all.
The moment she locked eyes with Booth, she knew it was going to happen.
Temperance Brennan was by no means inexperienced with the male half of the species. She knew that look, and had herself been on the receiving end of it many times in her life.
But never by this man.
She remembered that she had responded so violently to that look that it still shocked her. In her previous experiences, she had been privy to a slight quickening of her heartbeat, and maybe a little heady sense of anticipation mixed with a healthy dose of curiosity.
But this was nothing like those other times.
Her chest had frozen, sealing out all of the air from her lungs. The last breath she had taken slipped heatedly over her lips, leaving her mouth desperately needy. Her heart had started hammering like a locomotive, getting louder and louder as it had thundered into her ears.
Never in her life had she wanted like this before. Wanted...she didn't even know what.
She had still been in utter shock about her body's incredible response to this man who was her partner when he had leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
And completely stolen what sense of reason she still possessed.
She should have pushed him away. She should have held herself back, waiting for him to end it. Then she could have quirked up an eyebrow and asked what that was for.
But her body was a traitor, a foreign thing that she had apparently never met in her life. Instead of doing what she should have done, she felt herself yield to him, folding her body closer and tilting her face up more. She had heard someone sigh, the auditory admission of pleasure sounding loud between them.
It was in the far recesses of her mind that she had realized the sigh had come from her mouth.
Booth hadn't given her a chance to catch up though, and Brennan had found herself once again unable to process the next step before he had reached up and placed his hand on her neck, applying slight pressure to get her to tilt her face at an angle that allowed him to deepen the kiss.
As a scientist, she had always scoffed at the (what she had perceived as) over-dramatized perceptions of so many other women. She had been kissed many times, by many different men. And while pleasurable, it certainly wasn't worth waxing poetic about. Brennan had always seen it as her duty to help women to be better informed as to what was actually occurring within their bodies during moments of passion, lust, and even love. It was her way of empowering them to be the strong, independent women that they were called to be. Women liberated from their silly romantic emotions.
Oh, but there was nothing silly about this.
The warmth of his hand on her neck, the slide of his tongue on her lip, and she was lost.
Traitorous, traitorous body.
When he had finally pulled back from her, she had keenly felt the absence of his mouth. So now she understood wanting in a whole new light.
They had sat there looking at one another for a moment. She had been ready to lean in and pick back up where they had left off, but a sheepish look had taken residence on Booth's face. Where was the man with the smoky gaze and that look of intent she had seen only a few minutes before?
She had forced herself to swallow the lump forming in her throat as he had backed away from her, mumbling apologies and excuses. She had no experience here. This was new territory. In fact, she had been introduced to a side of her that she had never seen before. Although in hind sigh, she probably shouldn't have been surprised. Booth often seemed to be intimately acquainted with some parts of her better then she herself was.
She would have to yield to his lead.
So she had put the turmoil aside, deciding she would sort it out later. He was trying to be charming, smiling and telling her he was just really tired. Maybe his experience of the kiss had been different than hers? What should she say? He had clearly been waiting for her to say something.
So she said what she knew was logical. Logic never failed.
Strike that. Logic rarely failed.
"Its OK Booth. We're both tired." She told him that it was normal, assured him that he shouldn't feel bad. She had even talked about chemical reactions and the fact that they were both attractive and worked together, so it was therefor a natural response and he shouldn't consider it a big deal."
She couldn't tell if he was relieved or upset. Nothing was making sense.
Booth had given her one last look and another apology before he had slipped out her door with a quiet "Goodnight, Bones."
And she had been sitting in this chair ever since.
Brennan could sense that she was starting to get a little angry. She was frustrated and didn't have any idea what to do. What had happened tonight? She had never experienced anything so...intense before. And why hadn't Booth felt it? What the hell was wrong with her all of a sudden? He was just a man. A wonderful man that she considered a friend, but just a man all the same.
Right?
Her home phone was ringing now.
She was shocked again at the uncontrollable urge that she had to slam the pillows over her ears so she could pretend it wasn't ringing. Since when did she shrink from a phone call?
You've reached Dr. Temperance Brennan. Leave a message and...
Oh no, the answering machine. If she didn't shut it off, she'd be able to hear his voice through the speaker. She shot out of the chair, stumbling in her haste to get to the side table where the phone was.
Beep!
Oh no Oh no Oh no...
"Hey Sweetie, I tried your cell, but you didn't answer."
Brennan reached the table, leaning over it in relief. It wasn't Booth calling.
"I was sitting here at home on a Friday night, feeling a little sorry for myself, and I thought I'd call you and see..."
She had only about five seconds to make her next decision. She could ignore this call and go back to her chair and spend another who-knows-how-long trying to make sense of herself, or she could pick up the phone and talk to her friend. Her very experienced friend.
She grabbed the phone from its cradle.
"Hey Angela."
Awwww, don't end it there! Sorry! I was writing the next part and I realized it really needs it's own chapter. It's almost ready though, so you should get it soon...if you REVIEW! *wink wink*
